Clouds

autor:  mahengonsal
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Their stage is Nature’s canvas, the skies
Of infinite shapes colours and sizes
Puffy or stringy, long or short,
Drifting, lingering, bright or dark,
Soft or heavy, doleful or joyful
A thousand and more stories unfolding
Constantly changing, dissolving, reforming
A rich tapestry of unimaginable variation
The only limit is just your imagination.

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@ MagdalenaP

Thanks Magda. Glad you like it

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wonderful

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